𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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"No!" Heer says at the same time I say, "I'd love to."
Anne and I met the time I bought this apartment and she has been giving me dinner and sometimes even breakfast.
"You like my dish, don't you, honey?" She asks Heer putting on a pleading face. I chuckle internally. Anne doesn't know that I came here for Heer but I can sense her ulterior motives from miles away.
She's trying to set me up with my wife.
"Y-yes. I love it Anne... but-" Heer stutters not knowing how to refuse her offer.
"Then you both should share it. There's more than for one." She says and pries off the tabby cat from Heer's arms where it meows a disappointed whimper.
I'll do the same if I was in her arms too.
"I'll look after him until you have dinner." She says and my wife opens and closes her mouth unknowing of the plans Anne is weaving.
If it benefits me then I am not going to intervene.
"Now go." She pushes her inside my apartment and winks at me behind Heer's back. I shake my head smiling at her. I think Ma and Anne would get along well.
When she walks away with a purring cat in her hand, I close the door behind her and Heer is silent as she watches my place with a shocked expression.
Yeah I know. It's not a place I would've chosen for myself because, this whole place is smaller than our room back in my home.
My eyes rake the length of her as she's wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. The thin material strains against her chest and she's not wearing a bra.
Stop checking her out, Aman.
She spins around suddenly, her gaze sharp and accusing. "I don’t want to eat anything. I’ll stay here for five minutes and then get out of your hair," she says firmly, like she genuinely believes she’s imposing on me. If only she knew, I'd take any scrap of time she’s willing to give me.
"No," I counter, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Eat with me."
Her head snaps back, and she fixes me with a stern glare. "No," she says again, lifting her chin defiantly.
